"The men went to Catraeth, swift was their host, the pale mead was their feast and it was their poison."
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Aneirin
Aneirin was a late 6th or early 7th century Brythonic poet from the Hen Ogledd, the Cumbric-speaking regions of northern Britain. His poem Y Gododdin, an elegy for those British warriors who fell in the disastrous battle of Cattraeth, survives only in a late, corrupt and heavily interpolated version.
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